You were one of the most popular butchers in town. Everyone loved the meat they bought from you, and you had made quite a living from it. Though the meat you served wasn’t from animals like cows, pigs, sheep, and other things, you served human. No one could even tell that the “pork” and “steak” they were buying was really just human flesh.

As you cut off the head of one of your customers, your wife, Circle, walks in with a bloody trash bag. She works as a math teacher, but helps you with your work when she gets the chance. And by chance I mean whenever one of her students fail. She drops the bag next to the head of your victim, the combined blood making a small puddle.

“That’s the only one you killed today?” She says turning to you after looking at the body for a while.